Give me gip and whip me
Tie me up
and slip me a jimmy
Meet me and beat me,
freak me out
with repeated bouts
of wax dripped
tight lipped.
While fingertips pinch
winch me up on pulleys,
strap me down on trolleys
My folly
with Molly
and Polly,by golly,
my jolly dolly bird,
is not coming second
but always coming third.
No comments:
Post a Comment